Lines Crossed

This is a tale of two unlikely comrades-in-arms based on a long going rp between me and Raisin

Prologue
Colby

It was a drear day, like as any other under the lash of the cruel tyrant Razkhaan the Merciless. The young hare wet parched lips with a dry tongue as he leaned on his pick. The raging sun beat down angrily upon the tired workers, but still they had to work; work or die. He wiped a dusty paw across his brow, glancing around to make sure none of the guards spotted him resting. He was weary and his paws were blistered. His eye caught the movement of a heavyset rat guard, wielding a whip. Their eyes met and the young hare's paws clenched and his eyes flashed with hatred. The rat smiled and made his way through the other slaves quickly.
 * "Yew there! Don' pretend I didn't see that look yer give me! I'll lay yer scrawny 'ide open!"

He raised the whip. The young hare's cold blue eyes met his fearlessly and he spoke through gritted teeth.
 * "Y'll not do that, because y' bloomin' well know that I'll kill y' if'n y'get close enough t' swing it. Ye killed m'pater, an' I'll do the same t' ye the first bloody chance I get."

Being the coward he was, the big rat couldn't hold eye contact with the brave hare. He stepped back, a glint of fear in his small eyes. He turned around bad temperedly and struck a passing mouse slave.
 * "Werk harder, yew lazy filth!"

The young hare lifted his pick and returned to his work, but a spark of hope had begun to spread among the slaves that had seen.